Yesterday Leah and Momsie went with me to have the dressing officially taken off my incision.
Guess I waited too long, because the freaking thing is already half-healed over. Wait, where's the gore? Where's the shriek-queen-worthy blood?
Oh, doood... I've been robbed.
Oh well. I've still got a numb ear and a numb tongue. The dizziness is gone and my balance is back. I stopped taking painkillers two days ago (4 days post-op), although every once in awhile that whole side of my head detaches itself and hurls a sledgehammer into my brain. That's when I stick a finger in my ear, squinch up my face and say something quite diplomatic... like, "Moommm! My ear hurts!"
My apologies, my dear elves. Cylon technology really has advanced, I guess. No stitches, no bloody trails down my neck, no huge, gaping scars over half of my cranium. Siiigh. I know, I know. Believe me, I'm just as disappointed as you are.
In any case, this isn't what she was doing in the doctor's office. Every time the doctor pulled off a piece of tape, she'd whimper and shudder. And this, five minutes after telling me she wanted a CI too so she could be just like Mommy.
(In other words, just as confused and contradictory -- and freakin' proud of it.)
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